Hearts, Dead and Alive by McLachlan Kate

Author:McLachlan, Kate [McLachlan, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Quest Books
Published: 2012-03-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

IF IT HAD been Ron Springer, maybe I would have just asked what it was all about, but it was not. Detective Hunt looked at me coolly as I stood in the doorway like a naughty student, and I didn't have the nerve. She gestured for me to come in, shut the door, and sit down, all without a word or a smile. Her suit was a crisp black today, with a severe white blouse buttoned up to her neck. The green and blue children dangling from her neck were the only spots of color on her ensemble.

"Where were you on Friday, Ms. Wayland?"

I blinked. A lot happened on Friday. "I was at the walkout."

"All day?"

"Yes. I was on TV," I added, in case she needed evidence.

She nodded, asked me when the walkout started, when it ended, and did I leave to grab a bite to eat during the day? I was puzzled, but I had no difficulty answering the questions. Then she asked about after the walkout, and I grew cautious. Was this going to be about Loot after all?

"I went home."

"Did you stop anywhere?"

"No."

She looked up, her gray eyes narrowed as if she didn't believe me. "No?"

"No." I tried to assume a poker face. Why did I feel like I was lying when I wasn't? "I went straight home."

"What time was that?"

"I got home just after five."

"And then what?"

"Then what? Then nothing. I was home, that's all. I changed my clothes. I was cold and wet."

"What clothes did you change into?"

What the hell kind of question was that? And how did I answer it? Did I tell her what I changed into first, when I thought I was going out for pizza, or second, when I went out to steal the dog, or third, when I knew I was in for the night? "Jeans," I said finally. "And a sweatshirt."

"Did you leave the house again after you got home?"

Again, maybe if it had been Ron Springer questioning me I would have said something different. Maybe I would have told him the truth, trusted him not to arrest me for stealing a neglected dog. But something about Detective Hunt suggested that she might like an excuse to lock me up in the hoosegow. So I flat-out lied. "No."

She didn't look up. She didn't narrow her eyes at me. She didn't say "no?" like she didn't believe me. She just wrote it on her note pad and said, "You taught Daniel Wrigley, didn't you?"

"Yes." I was surprised at the turn in the conversation. "When he was in the fifth grade." My thoughts scrambled. This was about Danny, and my whereabouts on Friday--when he was apparently killed. Were they questioning me about my alibi?

A chill went down my back. I had just lied to the police about my alibi for the time of a murder. A murder of which I must be at least a minor suspect, or why would they question me about my whereabouts at all? Oh crap. I should have called that lawyer.

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